Luyện nghe bài hát IV. Sweatpants

Watching haters why Gambino got the game locked
Half-Thai thickie, all she do is Bangkok
Got her done, French braids, now she A$AP
so insensitive, she asking, "Why you say that?!"
I'm chillin', real feeling
Rich kid, asshole: paint me as a
spitting that cash flow: DJ Khaled
I got a penthouse on coasts, pH balance
Real nigga, I rep those, why though? Cause I so
Hip deep in the Pepto, I got on her like Ben Folds
I got more tail than PetCo, you faker than some Sweet'N Low
Yeah, you got some silverware, but really are you though?
Are you eating though? Nigga, are you eating
Breakfast, lunch and dinner's for beginners, you ain't know
Never catching cases, why faces look so e-m-o?
Watch a hater hate me, play me like a piano
My know Japanese, yo' girl, she jocking me
No hands like teams and y'all fuck boys like Socrates
You niggas ain't copping these, niggas looking like me
Nah, I ain't I.D. but I bounce 'em with no problem
'em, Problem (Problem!)

I'm winnin', yeah, yeah, I'm [x3}
Rich kid, asshole, me as a villain

Don't be mad cause I'm doing me than you doing you [x3]
Better than you you, fuck it, what you gon' do?

Different color, my passport, my stack load
my day wear and your girl drink my day care
And I'm born rich, ain't fair (silver spoon coon, ho)
nobody sicker and my Fisker, "vroom, vroom," ho
Ain't

Fiskers don't make noise when start up just so you know

Top of the Hold 'em totem, forever, a million was not the quota
My father owned of MoMA and did it with no diploma
Year off, got no rules, tripping off of toadstools
More green than my Foods and I'm too fly, Jeff Goldblum
Got a glass house in the Palisades, that
hood, white hood, (okay-kay-kay)
Furniture custom, you shop at
So Maserati, you a Kia
Spending money, it's longer than Nia
like a Coppola, me and Sofia
Waking up broke, man, wouldn't be ya
Friends with the dope man, help a nigga
a girlfriend, man, trouble when I see her
"Err-err-err-err": onomatopoeia, oh, I got my on! (Tell 'em, mane)
I'm so they had to dump the Gatorade
And I give a fuck about my family name

Don't be mad cause I'm doing me better you doing you [x3]
Better than you doing you, fuck it, you gon' do?